"Ten rolls!"
Cecilia's rolling command now sounded more like a threat, gritted out through teeth clenched with the fury of someone being financially and spiritually extorted by a capricious, cosmic slot machine.
"Grrr… Again! Ten rolls!"
The metaphysical points vanished into the void. The whirl of light and sound in her mind's eye was a taunt. Nothing. Again.
"Oh… please, come on…"
"Ten rolls!"
She was a gambler on a losing streak, chasing the dragon of a four-star recipe.
DI-DI-DING!
The different chimes. Brighter. Golden light erupted in her vision.
[Five stars Oathran Alicei!]
Well. At least this dragon was expected. She'd been awaiting the next bond copy of her own husband for a while now. She didn't feel joy, just a squint of disgust at the system that had, once again, made her hit the hard pity.
